Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 24.1

The door to the master bedroom opened, and a dim, warm light spilled onto Lin Wanqing. It was very warm inside.

She could hear her heart pounding violently, and she clutched the pillow and blanket she held.

She had stepped into Yan Qiu’s exclusive territory.

Yan Qiu: “It’s late, go to sleep.”

Lin Wanqing: “The housekeeper said there’s only one bedroom in the house…”

Yan Qiu concealed a smile at the corner of her mouth, “I don’t entertain any guests here, so there’s no need for a guest room.”

Lin Wanqing’s palms were sweating cold, making her appear even more fragile, like a willow swaying in the breeze, seemingly able to tremble at any moment.

There was massaging essential oil on the bedside table. Lin Wanqing, sensing what was needed, knelt on the floor, picked up Yan Qiu’s leg, and placed her foot on her thigh.

Lin Wanqing whispered, “Let me rub your leg, elder sister.”

Yan Qiu hummed in agreement, allowing Lin Wanqing’s actions.

There was still a slight chance for her legs to recover, albeit minimal. She could feel the girl’s gentle touch, from the instep to the ankle, all the way up to the calf…

Yan Qiu’s foot was resting on the girl’s soft and warm thigh. The posture of looking down from a high vantage point made her the absolute dominator.

She could see the wide neckline of Lin Wanqing’s clothing, from her collarbone down to her belly button.

It was a very soft abdomen; she had touched it, and the texture was very pleasant.

Lin Wanqing’s movements were practiced, “Does it hurt? I’ll be gentler.”

The veins on Yan Qiu’s hand bulged as she tightly grasped the bedsheet, “It doesn’t hurt.”

Not only did it not hurt, but it also felt slightly warm.

The smooth essential oil was massaged into Yan Qiu’s legs, which were as white as sheep fat jade. Her leg lines were slender and attractive, with no muscle atrophy.

Lin Wanqing’s heart pounded, and her face flushed. How was she worthy enough to touch such soft and delicate legs!

The few scars on them were not ugly; they looked like winding vines.

Yan Qiu: “Is the room hot?”

Lin Wanqing was startled, looking at her with moist eyes, “No, it’s not hot.”

Yan Qiu: “Why is your face red?”

Lin Wanqing’s face instantly became redder. She lowered her head and focused on the kneading motion of her hands.

Yan Qiu teased, “With that pitiful look on your face, people might think I’m taking advantage of you.”

Lin Wanqing: “…QAQ”

I’m the one taking advantage of you.

After massaging both legs, Yan Qiu’s previously slightly pale legs were now burning red. Lin Wanqing tucked her into the covers and placed the pillow on the side closest to the edge.

The room was too quiet; the sound of her heartbeat was too loud.

Lin Wanqing saw Yan Qiu casually unbutton and then re-button her pajamas, without the slightest hint of self-consciousness.

Lin Wanqing dared not let her eyes fall upon Yan Qiu’s body; even a second glance felt like a profanity.

“Should we… sleep together?” Lin Wanqing’s voice was so soft that even she could barely hear it. “I’m a very well-behaved sleeper; I won’t move around.”

Yan Qiu: “There are two duvets; we’ll sleep separately.”

Lin Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief and burrowed into her own little corner of the duvet.

It seemed the last time they slept under the same duvet at the old mansion was only to prevent the cleaning aunt from discovering the fact of their contractual marriage.

Someone as lofty as a bright moon in the high sky or snow on a mountain peak, like Yan Qiu, would never sleep in the same bed with someone else.

Tonight was likely just an act of kindness to accommodate her for the night.

Yan Qiu turned off the light, “Goodnight.”

Lin Wanqing: “Sister Qiuqiu, goodnight.”

Lin Wanqing usually had trouble sleeping and could only fall asleep in familiar places. She had suffered from insomnia for nearly the first two weeks after moving into a new dorm.

Smelling the bitter orange blossom scent emanating from Yan Qiu, Lin Wanqing drifted into a deep sleep, sleeping exceptionally soundly.

Hearing the steady breathing of the person beside her, Yan Qiu propped herself up and gently pulled Lin Wanqing into her arms.

The girl’s pajamas had shifted as she turned over, and her soft, white abdomen rose and fell slightly.

As Yan Qiu’s hand moved onto her, Lin Wanqing immediately shivered.

She did not wake up.

“Ugh…” Lin Wanqing protested in her sleep, “So itchy.”

Yan Qiu pressed her into her embrace, and her hand traced a path from the tailbone all the way up to the spine.

“So thin. I need to feed her a little more.”

Lin Wanqing, in her deep, sweet dream, did not perceive her lips being gently pried open and kissed. The lingering kisses moved across her lips and tongue, then to the corners of her mouth, her nose, and her brow…

Yan Qiu, who suffered from severe insomnia, slept very well tonight holding her little rabbit.

This mansion originally had a secondary bedroom and a guest room, but they were all knocked down after Yan Qiu took ownership.

Only one spacious master bedroom remained.

During the renovation, she did not opt for the overly large beds favored by other wealthy people, choosing instead a not-so-spacious double bed.

No matter how they squeezed, the two were always close together.

Just before falling asleep, Yan Qiu kissed Lin Wanqing’s hair and thought, if we were to do that kind of thing, a bigger bed would be more conducive.

The next day, Lin Wanqing woke up.

Abundant sunlight streamed onto the bed. Lin Wanqing shrank into the duvet and yawned. The pillow in her arms was soft and warm.

Wait a minute…?! Why was there a pillow?

Lin Wanqing looked down in horror and saw that she was hugging Yan Qiu tightly, with one of her legs draped over Yan Qiu’s waist.

The other duvet from last night had fallen onto the floor.

Lin Wanqing: !

Was she such a restless sleeper?!

Lin Wanqing quickly lay back down obediently before Yan Qiu woke up, her face flushed with embarrassment.

In the position they were just in, their body parts were touching…

Her clothes were loosely hanging off her shoulders, making her look like a little seductress shamelessly trying to hook a sugar mommy.

Lin Wanqing buried her head in the duvet, trying to suffocate herself.

Yan Qiu had been awake for a while. She watched Lin Wanqing quickly retreat to one side, turning her back to her. The duvet shook slightly, and a faint whimper could be heard.

Yan Qiu opened her clear eyes, slightly astonished.

Was she… playing with herself?

Two minutes later, Yan Qiu got up as if she hadn’t seen anything, giving her plenty of time to resolve the situation.

Lin Wanqing turned her head, teary-eyed: “Sister Qiuqiu, are your legs hurting?”

Yan Qiu’s expression momentarily stiffened before quickly returning to normal.

“No.”

Yan Qiu: “Were you just now?”

Lin Wanqing wiped her tears, her body trembling again, and confessed: “When I was sleeping, I put my leg on Sister Qiuqiu’s body. I’ve never slept with anyone before, and I didn’t realize my sleeping posture was so bad.”

It turned out she was scared and cried because she was worried her leg movements might have hurt Yan Qiu’s legs. Yan Qiu clicked her tongue, “Auntie has prepared breakfast. Go and wash up.”

Lin Wanqing: “…Okay.”

Why did she hear a hint of regret in Yan Qiu’s tone?

At the dining table, the aunt had prepared a dozen breakfast items.

Yan Qiu sipped her milk, her gaze fixed on Lin Wanqing’s fingers as she tried to drown a steamed bun in soy milk.

Yan Qiu: “Girls your age usually love getting manicures, but I’ve noticed you never have one.”

Lin Wanqing’s nails were always properly trimmed, clean, and had a good shine.

Yan Qiu had added a few younger acquaintances on WeChat out of courtesy, and their Moments were full of pictures of various manicures, almost always done monthly.

Lin Wanqing completely missed her hint, “I study fashion design and often need to do handwork, threading needles and such. Long nails are inconvenient.”

Yan Qiu raised an eyebrow, “I see.”

Lin Wanqing felt strange.

Yan Qiu seemed dissatisfied with her answer.

Yan Qiu usually only had a cup of milk and two shrimp dumplings for breakfast. She picked up two slices of braised beef and placed them on Lin Wanqing’s plate.

“Kids need to grow; eat more.”

“I probably won’t grow any taller at my age…”

Lin Wanqing obediently ate everything Yan Qiu put on her plate and felt a little too full after the meal.

The housekeeper placed the boss’s briefcase and documents for the company near the entrance and also packed a bag for Lin Wanqing.

Yan Qiu pulled a stack of black stockings from a cabinet and tossed them to Lin Wanqing, “Lend me a hand.”

Lin Wanqing quickly caught the hot-to-the-touch black stockings, her face flushed from her neck to her earlobes.

Lin Wanqing: “You want me to wear them?”

Yan Qiu: “Help me wear them.”

Lin Wanqing visibly relaxed. She had never worn black stockings before.

Lin Wanqing knelt down on one knee, put the black stocking over Yan Qiu’s toes, and slowly pushed it upwards.

Most people’s feet are clunky and heavy, with no aesthetic appeal.

People who study art are always demanding when it comes to beauty. Despite the car accident, Yan Qiu’s feet were still beautiful enough.

“Although our marriage is contractual, if you have someone you like in your heart, I won’t be an obstacle.”

Yan Qiu spoke suddenly, catching her off guard.

Lin Wanqing had pulled the black stocking up to the knee on one leg, which made the lower leg look even more beautiful through the hosiery.

Lin Wanqing’s heart fluttered with every touch, and she couldn’t resist touching it again.

“What did you say?”

Yan Qiu repeated her earlier statement, “Does Tiantian have someone she likes?”

Lin Wanqing lowered her eyes in thought. She didn’t have a single person she liked, although she had quite a few suitors at school.

It’s just that…

A memory flashed in Lin Wanqing’s mind of an elder sister she met when she was nine and blind. The sister had left by the time her sight returned.

Yan Qiu did not miss the fleeting look of longing in her eyes, which made her own eyes grow cold.

Lin Wanqing: “I don’t have anyone I like.”

Yan Qiu raised an eyebrow: “Are you sure?”

Lin Wanqing: “I’m sure. I will fulfill the terms of the agreement and stay with Elder Sister.”

A layer of black stocking covered the smooth legs. Lin Wanqing carefully helped Yan Qiu put them on properly.

Her fingers uncontrollably brushed against the inner side of the thigh.

Lin Wanqing’s fingers felt burned, and she immediately pulled them back, yet she had to continue the task.

The process of putting on one stocking took nearly half an hour.

Lin Wanqing: “Sorry, Sister Qiuqiu must have been impatient waiting. It’s all my fault for being clumsy…”

Yan Qiu was not impatient at all; she was quite enjoying it.

“Thank you, Tiantian. If it weren’t for you, I truly wouldn’t know what to do.”

Lin Wanqing felt momentarily giddy, and the feeling lingered until she arrived at school. She was still somewhat lost in thought even as she sat in the classroom.

Her fingers were scented with the bitter orange blossom fragrance from Yan Qiu.

The excessively soft sensation of the leg still lingered on her fingertips.

Lin Wanqing was dazed, her head feeling heavy as if she had drunk two pounds of strong liquor.

After class, she took out her phone and sent a message to Yan Qiu.

Gu Shuang drove to the school gate to pick her up, “To the studio?”

Lin Wanqing: “Do they have a kitchen?”

Her business partner had never seen Lin Wanqing look so cheerful, “The apartment next to our perfume studio is rented by a food blogger. It has a full set of equipment, and I think we can borrow it.”

Lin Wanqing kept checking her phone, but there was still no reply.

Gu Shuang: “Do you… know how to cook?”

Lin Wanqing: “A friend of mine really likes Chinese food. She’s usually very busy with work and doesn’t eat on time, so I want to bring her a meal.”

Gu Shuang: “Is the friend you mentioned a girlfriend?”

Lin Wanqing: “No.”

We’re already married and sleep in the same bed.

Gu Shuang cut straight to the chase: “You know what? You’re acting like a student in an early romance, scared to confess and afraid of being discovered by a teacher, all giddy with first love.”

…

Yan Qiu returned to her office after a meeting, gently tracing the stockings wrapped around her legs.

She usually didn’t wear black stockings. She only found a stack in the cabinet this morning and tossed them to Lin Wanqing.

Yu Fei: “Boss, are you… having a skin issue on your leg?”

Yan Qiu: “No. Why do you say that?”

Yu Fei: “Since you arrived at the office, you’ve been touching your leg every half a minute. Should I find a private doctor to take a look?”

Yan Qiu fell silent for a moment.

The air in the entire office solidified.

Besides Yu Fei, there were people from the secretary’s office, a vice president, and the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine who had just walked in the door.

The office was bustling, almost like a vegetable market.

Yan Qiu: “I’m fine.”

Yu Fei belatedly registered what was happening and said, “Oh, okay.” She placed the documents on the boss’s desk, expecting Yan Qiu not to bring up the topic of stockings again, but contrary to her expectations…

Yan Qiu: “Lin Wanqing helped me put them on.”

Yu Fei: “!”

Everyone else: “?!”

They were just talking about work; had they already moved on to such a private topic?

Yan Qiu spoke softly, but everyone in the office had good hearing, unfortunately.

“Last night, Lin Wanqing slept at my house, and today she helped me put on all my clothes. She is very virtuous and very gentle.”

Yan Qiu had not deliberately concealed her marriage, and almost everyone in the company knew about it. However, no one believed the couple was deeply in love; they thought it was just a loveless marriage of convenience in high society.

Yu Fei: “Perhaps we should have the master bedroom redecorated?”

Yan Qiu: “No need. A husband and wife should sleep in the same bed.”

Everyone pricked up their ears, listening intently, becoming intensely curious about the boss’s wife they had never met.

Wow, what a woman! She has some serious moves to trick President Yan into sleeping together.

Yan Qiu signed the documents, and Yu Fei took them and left the office.

The Chairman’s office was on a high floor. Outside, it wasn’t snowing; the sky was clear and cloudless. You could see far into the distance, and the sunlight streaming through the glass curtain wall gave the cool office a touch of warmth.

Yan Qiu tapped the desk: “Give your report.”

The Vice President and others, who were just gossiping, said: “Huh? …Oh, right. The plan for the next season’s grand show is…”

A new intern who had just joined the secretary’s office secretly glanced at the black stockings beneath the boss’s skirt.

That wasn’t just a simple black stocking; it was love, deep affection, the victory of the pure-love faction.

Yan Qiu listened to the proposal report without changing her expression, offering a few required points and suggestions for modification.

Yan Qiu: “What are you looking at?”

The people around looked at the person called out by the boss with sympathy and quietly moved away. It was well-known that the boss had a bad temper.

Condolences, lighting a candle.

It was the intern’s first time meeting the big boss. His mind buzzed, and he stammered, “Boss, your outfit today is very beautiful. I imagine the aesthetic taste of the person next to you must be excellent.”

Everyone’s look of pity for the intern intensified. If the environment allowed, they would have mourned for the corpse.

The last person who brought up an irrelevant topic during work hours had been sent to Africa to build a factory.

Yan Qiu: “Yes. My wife chose it. Her aesthetic sense has always been very good.”

The intern, quick-witted, added: “Madam must love you very much.”

Yan Qiu: “Of course. You have a good eye.”

Everyone left the office as if in a trance, like sleepwalkers, thinking they hadn’t fully woken up yet.

The intern, whose legs were nearly turned to jelly and who was practically carried out by his colleagues, was suddenly given a bonus.

The office returned to silence. Yan Qiu’s fingers stroked her legs. The pain in her legs was like a maggot in the bone, something she had grown used to.

Closing her eyes, she could recall the person beside her that morning, her rushed breathing and the slightly shaking duvet, with the girl’s fresh scent filling the air.

The little rabbit is too young and doesn’t know that such actions can lead to misunderstandings.

Yan Qiu browsed the web. The page was filled with various pink high-tech products. She clicked on one of the introductions.

“Luxury Pink Crystal Beaded Micro-current Set”

Seeing her serious and focused demeanor, one would think she was making a crucial decision related to the life and death of the company.

Yan Qiu clicked her tongue and added it to her shopping cart.

Her little girl, who was as clean as a blank sheet of paper, needed to learn a few adult things.

…

At noon, Yu Fei peeked her head through the door, “Boss, the old man is passing by the headquarters and wants to come up and see you.”

Yan Qiu immediately closed the current page, “Please invite him up quickly.”

Yu Fei: “Understood.”

Yan Qiu: “I bought a few packages under your name. They should arrive in the next few days. Please receive them for me.”

The big boss usually didn’t use her real name when shopping online, so Yu Fei was used to it. “Oh, okay.”

The elderly Mr. Yan was hale and hearty. The person behind him helped carry his walking stick, constantly worried that he might lose his footing and fall.

The old man pushed the door open and talked to Yan Qiu about work matters.

As it was nearing lunchtime, the old man always ate on time. After a few words, he prepared to go to the cafeteria for a quick meal.

Before leaving, the old man said, “That girl, Wanwan, has some talent in the commercial field. You should mentor her.”

Yan Qiu played with an exquisite perfume bottle and hummed in acknowledgment.

“I understand.”